Saturday, 9 November 2013

South American Waters

Someone make me go to bed already. Feeling peaceful.


Oars, and foam, and a watery breeze
I want someone like you
To share this with me

I can see it from here
Where I'm nowhere close

But it'll be someone like you
Brushing my arm as I gaze at the coast

And I'll hold your hand
And all will be calm
Because the person I travel the world with
That kind of fate is already etched in my palm

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